Normally the construction of a narrative through three phases, as in most classical music compositions.
The first movement is air and light, a off with panache: the mind flickers between pleasantly different ideas, driven here and there on the mood of the moment without any constraint. In the face of fashion, address books and readers distracted, a whole universe of potential reality and fantasy is spread before you teleport from one to another effortlessly with the same ease of Commander Kirk: All the laws of thermodynamics are violated happily, times and spaces far away come together in a carnival and irresistible kitsch.
Then one of endless possibilities begins to emerge from the primordial soup and elbowing, annihilating its rivals with all the ferocity of the struggle for survival, sperm and egg meet and work begins as the embryo becomes an autonomous being. They are the "nine months to smell" mentioned by Belli, a descent into hell and a long apron, a slow very painful and endless. The items, which until just before they were a sort of delicious Bajada ready to satisfy our every desire smaller, they begin to rebel miners' worse than a Soviet Caucasus. We must hold together all the threads of the plot, trying to make sense of the insights that at first seemed so effective. The story that he had seduced, the fictional characters so carefully first begin to appear as boring old aunts who are repeating the same things, then as peddlers bother, then how hateful burglar at night. The mind that wants to get away on other stories is still debated to this block of concrete that drags you deeper and deeper. Family, social relationships, even the most immediate interests in land by treating it diperdono a milky fog, a thick soup that are subject to continuous risk of defeat. And while you fight to get the word End, is now often are born Unfinished , wrecks drifting for abandonment of the field.
Finally, the third movement, which promises to be a suffered of strings, woodwinds and trombones, worse than the song of death and love for Isolde. All the toxins accumulated during the last months of work overwhelm immunity defense raised by the nature of mental health, and explodes into a visceral discomfort for what has been done, now we see as a foreign body, however an abortion in you must leave early as possible before going insane forever. Everything seems wrong, uncertain, and it defends itself from the tragic sense of inadequacy and defeat ricomnciando only think of some new company which will clear in our minds all memory of the old, overlaying real weakness to his dream of a new force.
However, as they say, always better than working.
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